Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

Happy as a niffler in a Gringotts vault, Hermione found her mother reading through some documents on a lounge.

She practically leapt onto the armchair opposite and stared at her mother with a big grin on her face.

When Monica looked up in surprise, she saw her daughter sitting on the chair opposite, the biggest smile she'd ever seen on her face, her eyes figuratively, if not practically, sparkling and behaving as if she was a hyperactive six year old on a sugar high dosed up with cochineal red food dye colouring forced to sit still.

That was something Monica well-remembered from back in the girl's first week ever of school - muggle primary - when another child had shared a bag of 'Red Frogs' lollies with her.

It had taken hours for the girl to burn through the sugar and dye and, when she did at the dinner table, fell face-first into her mashed potatoes instantly asleep.

Wendell was chuckling so hard he was useless and it was left to Monica to wipe her daughter's face clean of her dinner with a face cloth before carrying her upstairs to her room, which was then the room Harry now had, and putting her to bed.

Setting aside the documents she was going over, Monica made sure her features were under control before turning to look once again upon her daughter. "Hermione dear, you look as if―"

"Harryaskedmetobehisgirlfriend!" the girl blurted before her mother even had a chance to reach anywhere near the end of her own sentence.

Mentally slowing down what her daughter actually said, Monica was a few moments before she calmly said, "I see. And what was your response?"

"Isaidyes,ofcourse!" The expression on Hermione's face implied a second sentence - 'Are you stupid?'

Forcefully smothering the snort of amusement that tried to escape and nodding, Monica packed away the documents into a neat pile on the coffee table between them. She was using the time to properly school her emotions and expression. She didn't want to let on she both expected it and very much wanted it. Finally, she said, "Let's go into the kitchen, make a cup of tea, take it out onto the back patio and talk about it."

Rising, while Hermione popped to her feet like a 'jack-in-the-box', Monica led the way. However, they were interrupted in their intent before even leaving the parlour when Dobby popped in and said, "The Great Master Harry Potter, Sir, be... 'cheffing'. Dobby be bringings you tea out to patio." Then popped away again.

"Uh-huh," muttered Monica. "Out to the patio, then," she said with a nod.

By then and in the kitchen, Harry was well on his way into preparing dinner.

He was well into it when Dobby popped in and began making up a service of tea.

"What're you up to, Dobs?" he asked.

"Missus and Miss Grangy be havings tea on the patio, Master Harry," replied the elf.

Harry gave a nod, left the elf to it and returned to what he was doing.

Thirty minutes later he called Dobby and explained what he was doing and why.

"If I miss anything before something else has come up, would you mind taking care of it for me, Dobby?" he asked.

"Of course, Master Harry," replied the elf.

"Thank you," he sighed. "Now, where would I find Wendell?"

"Mister Grangy be in his office, Master Harry," replied Dobby.

"Thank you," said Harry, standing up straight as Dobby popped away again.

Bracing himself for the... confrontation... Harry headed to the office.

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Finding Wendell in his office as he knew he would be - Dobby knew where everyone he considered part of his household to be at any given time - he knocked on the door before entering. The door was open.

Wendell took all of about two seconds to realise something was deeply worrying the boy.

Gesturing to the seat opposite his desk, he said, "Come in and take a load off, Harry."

Watching the boy as he seemed to move cautiously forward before sitting, Wendell realised the boy was apparently somewhat afraid of him.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"Errr... there's no problem!" the boy was quick to reply. "That is... I don't think it's a problem... I think it's wonderful!... But... Ummm... You..." Then he sighed.

Wendell wasn't going to push the boy to hurry up because he knew, from experience, that more often than not it actually slowed things down. So he just waited for the boy to get to what he needed to say.

"I thought a lot about what you said... you know, when you said I needed to analyse my feelings."

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